We’ll be having green fried tomatoes soon. I let a branch with a half dozen little ones get away from me and the storm broke it. I also had to stake my bell pepper plants heavy with fruit.
We had dinner with the realtor last night and I picked up the check. At $150K, we’re in the bottom of the market and it’s booming, locally. Later at home, I told the Wife that plate of chicken cacciatore could be the best money we ever spend.
I keep getting these emails from the McCain and Obama campaigns (yes, I’ve joined both) saluted “Dear Fecund.” I laugh every time. If only I could contrive a way to have them call me “Mr. Stench.” Hilarious.
The Wife called during the storm to say that the AC and half the power was off at her store. I drove over with a fan and no idea what might be going on. Walking out back, I saw that her meter had been whacked as though by a truck. Then we found the door mirror lying nearby. The garbage men came this morning, apparently during the storm.
